Elder Kuzhu felt suddenly flanked by four columns of smoke from his left side, each as thick as a wheel, swirling with multicolored flowers, and each containing a person.
The four individuals were all fairly young; the first one was about eighteen or nineteen, dressed like a scholar with a refined and cultured air; the second was in his early twenties, carrying a large bow, resembling a hunter from the mountains; the third was around fifteen or sixteen, garbed in luxurious silk clothing, looking like a young noble; the fourth was nearly thirty, muscular, carrying a hoe, clearly a farmer.
Seeing these four, Elder Kuzhu was more horrified than if he had encountered any formidable demon from this world; with his thousand years of cultivation, even the strongest devils or evil spirits were mere trifles to him, yet these four were unmistakably his past lives!
